Dilation Noelle Adamo
Let's pretendthis poem is about
the sky
instead of your eyes
that way I can
stare all
afternoon
skin touched
by each
shadow that passes
just as the clouds
gather and
separate
each moment
from something new
and unspoken
then are gone
while my heart
spreads
into a summer sunset
filled with birds that
flight
to take a chance
tug the blue grey
silk
by the thread
I caught when you
looked at me just now
that told me the weather
might change again
if I don't peer
into
the widening dark
and soar
towards all those
planets, comets,
satellites,
stars, that make
you
unreachable.

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